Porn of the Soul

An individual is born. He is breastfed. His focus falls upon his mother and upon himself.

This person grows up: he feeds himself (i.e. he swallows food, he doesn’t savour it); he covers his flesh with cloth; he makes friends; he falls in love or not; he forms family or not; he works or not; he professes a religion or not; he believes in something or not; he builds something or not; he leaves a legacy or not; he does charity or not...he dies.

A priori, it seems like this being did what humans are supposed to do: he was born; he grew older, lived and passed away. 

However, to think and believe that we incarnate in this world solely to have fun, to observe life, to simply breathe, to experience things and just be there is too simplistic and pornographic. 

Souls incarnate in order to ask the right questions in everything they do.

I am born: why? What am I here for exactly? Who am I? Who sent me here?

I eat and drink: what does it taste like? Should I be grateful for it or not?

I get dressed: what is the purpose of wearing x or y piece of clothing?

I work: do I love what I do? Am I competent? Am I satisfied?

I make friends: are they really friends or acquaintances? Do I know them? Do I need them? Are they a reflection of myself?

I find love: is it really love or is it affection out of convenience?

I marry: why? Because I want to or because society says I must?

I have kids: why? Is it out of obligation or because they represent an extension of my love? 

I make charity: with what purpose? Obligation, status quo, fame, need for/to help?

I believe in God: why? Is it because you were told to or because you know?

I don’t believe in God: why? Is it because you were told to, because you’re disappointed or because you don’t want to bother?

I get old: what lessons were learned? Have I evolved? What would I’ve done differently?

I die: I surfed through life. I didn’t think, I didn’t analyse; I didn’t bother cause all I wanted was to be happy; to live without thinking much (too painful). But was I really happy, was I really a human, humane?

Spending an entire existence without confronting ourselves with the proper questions and without answering them is reducing us to a degree of MacSoul. 

Leading a junk-life is trashy, vulgar...Porn of the Soul. 

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